Loving him didn't fix anything. Loving him didn't change anything. Loving him simply made everything else bearable.

I am part-demon, part-human. What else does that make me?" She answered his question with one of her own. "I am part-centaur, part-human. Does that make me a mutant?" "It makes you a miracle." She held his gaze. "Exactly.

We all have bad things inside us, and we all choose either to give in to those bad things or to fight them.

Lies don't fix things. They don't even make things easier, at least not in the long run. Best to tell the truth and then clean up an honest mess.

A lot of men wouldn't like being called a romantic. It's not macho enough.' Quite often men are fools.

And kissing him is like sucking on alcohol-soaked feet.

Because you are the superhero fledgling. I’m just your more attractive sidekick. Oh, and the herd of nerds are your dorky minions.